Perverts 'R' Us

My Secret Life - Chapter 5

By Chillun ( M/b, pedo )

After my first penetration of my father with my fist, we went to the kitchen to eat. My step-dad decided to make bacon and eggs for us. We padded naked around the kitchen, a first for me, in particular. As I mentioned earlier, nudity was not common in our household, although my dad often walked around in his tighty-whities.

While my father fried bacon and eggs, I set the table and began making toast. This job usually fell to one of my older siblings, so I felt very grown up doing my chore. Unfortunately I wasn't as good at it as I'd hoped to be; my buttering was spotty at best, but at least the toast wasn't burnt.

We sat down to eat, me sitting on my dad's lap. Although it sounds corny, we fed each other bites of food, me reveling in our new-found intimacy; something I had never had with my biological father. As my dad re-buttered a piece of toast, a glob of butter slid off and landed between my thighs, right on top of Daddy's erect cock; which was wedged between my legs.

Without thinking, I reached down to wipe it off, running my five-year-old hand across the head of his cock. I could feel my dad's shudder as I did so, and his penis stood up even more prominently between my chubby legs. I began massaging the head with the palm of my hand, smearing the butter around his cock and over my own legs.

My step-father groaned as I worked my small hand on his swollen meat. Leaning forward, he began licking my ear and spoke softly in it with his deep husky voice, "You'd better be careful, boy. I may have to do something with that, now that it's all greasy!"

He pulled me back towards his broad chest, and began to caress my belly and pinch my puffy little nipples, as I continued rubbing the butter on his cock. I squeezed my little legs together while my dad started a thrusting motion up and down. The head of his cock was a deep angry red and looked absolutely huge positioned between my thighs. There was a large dollop of pre-cum oozing from the tip, and I swiped it off with my buttery finger, inserting it into my mouth. I loved the taste of him.

My dad continued to nuzzle my ears and growled little sexy phrases to me, telling what a sexy kid I was; how much he liked my little body; and especially how he liked me touching him. This got me so worked up that I wanted him to fuck me again.

Accordingly, I slid myself forward on his greasy lap, trying to position myself to climb onto his big fuck-meat. I could feel his cock head sliding up my ass crack, the butter and pre-cum starting to lube up my hole.

Daddy pushed me forward so that I was leaning over the kitchen table, shoving the dishes out of the way. I was splayed across the table, my erect little cock held by the table's edge.

Scooping a lump of butter onto his finger, my daddy started lubing my tight little hole with a thick forefinger, making sure I got a lot of butter right up inside me. I pushed back against the finger penetrating my love tunnel, wanting more.

"You're a horny little toad, aren't you, son?" My dad chuckled as he finger fucked my five-year-old boy-cunt. I simply moaned, loving the sensation of being impaled so intimately.

By this time, dad had his whole finger inserted into me, and was vigorously fucking it in and out. I was squirming around him, trying for more sensation, wanting more than I was getting.

Holding me down with a hand on my back, my dad stood up behind me and removed his finger from my butt with a slurping wet noise. The next thing I knew, he was rubbing his swollen tube steak along the crack of my ass. I could feel the heat of him as his slicked up cock slid between my child's butt cheeks. I tied to push back against his hot cock, but my position didn't really let me do much. It was enough, though; next thing I knew, that swollen red monster was spreading my sphincter apart. I almost cried with the intensity of sensation, burning and pleasure combined.

Suddenly his huge head popped in, past my stretched out sphincter muscles. The pressure eased somewhat, though I was still feeling like I would split from the size of him. Putting both hands around me, daddy started to push that log into me, holding my waist so I couldn't move away. Rocking back and forth, he shoved that monster into me an inch at a time, until I felt him in my stomach.

He held me like that for a few minutes until I adjusted to his girth and length, encouraging me to relax, to open up for him, and to really try to feel him buried inside my little boy's body. I felt like my whole organism was concentrated on my daddy's cock, trying to accommodate the enormous intrusion in my bowels.

Finally, he slid back out, until just the head was still in my abused little hole. I was panting from relief, but wanted that stuffed feeling back again almost instantly. My dad grabbed another glob of butter and slicked up his shaft a little more, hoping to ease my discomfort, I guess.

This time he entered me smoothly, sliding all the way in at once, until his big cock was buried in my boy-pussy completely. I could feel his big warm balls resting on my undeveloped five-year-old sac.

Again he rested for a moment, letting me adjust to him. Daddy started out slowly, pumping his cock in and out, working up to a rhythm, and then proceeding to pound my tiny ass into the table, really fucking me hard. I could feel his balls slap me every time he thrust in, and his head would nearly pop out as he withdrew.

He reached around underneath me and grabbed my raging hard little cocklet with a greasy hand; rubbing his calloused buttery palm all over my genitals while he fucked the life out of me.

I was pretty much held up by his two hands while he raped me, unable to do much of anything but accept whatever he had in store for me while I lay face down amidst the remains of our breakfast.

"Come for me, son. Show daddy how much you love him. Squeeze your little boy cunt around daddy's fuck tool. Fuck yourself on my big cock. That's a good little fucker, open up your sweet hole for daddy…"

He kept up a litany while he fucked me, encouraging me to respond to his dirty talk, and I did, even though I was nearly insane from the sensations he was inducing in me. I swear I could feel every vein, every pulse, from the monster jack-hammering me, at that moment I was my father's slave.

He could have done anything he wanted and I would have let him, if only to keep having the pleasure/pain he was feeding me. I could hear the slurping, wet noises coming from my little pussy as his meat sluiced into me and the sensations deep inside me as he bottomed out at the end of his stroke. By now, only my shoulders and head were left on the table, my daddy had lifted my bottom end in his big hands in order to penetrate me at the correct angle.

"Squeeze me, boy, make Daddy cum. Make me shoot up your pussy. Oh, fuck, fuck, you dirty little whore, I'm gonna shoot my load up inside you. Hold on, son."

I could feel my dad's already immensely swollen cock get even bigger as he began to cum in my ravaged asshole. He held me tight against his balls while he shot wad after wad into my hole. I felt each one leave his cock-slit and coat my immature boy-cunt.

This final sensation caused me to have my own dry orgasm, spasming around my daddy's pulsating organ. This in turn caused my dad to have aftershocks of his own, rapidly fucking me back and forth on his still-cumming cock.

Pulling me with him, still impaled on his hard meat, my dad collapsed back into the chair he had pushed back while fucking me, both of us covered in sweat and butter; breathing like we'd run a race. I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember is waking up beside him in bed, later that day.

End Chapter 5

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